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Aww, the ghost described him as "ruggedly handsome." Maybe these guys weren't so bad, after all. All that talk about shooting them? Just a trio of kids who lost their way and need help.

Naturally, Vicky had to have been stopped. Marlon was the type who believed that people should be free to be, as long as they weren't hurting anyone. But he also liked a passive approach to things. And having Vicky rip out Dylan's spine and use it to skewer the other two? That wouldn't be cool.

"Let's work this out calmly," Mar-Bro suggested.

Marlon lifted a PokeBall from his pocket and released his Starmie. And the Pokemon, being part Psychic-type, realized his commands before he said them. It shot out a stream of light at the ground, attempting to have Vicky slip up on the ice.

Genius, risk injuring your only ally and possibly have them turn against you. This plan was flawless, apparently.

Aha! Marlon's words did catch Vickie's attention, and as they glanced back they saw him pulling out the ball and releasing Starmie. A grin formed on Vickie's face, and they were ready to congratulate Marlon on having a good idea.

Then they slipped. As the ice formed on the bridge, the metal surface grew slick with poop-ice, and it basically became a guarantee that Vickie was going to lose their footing. The Ventus boss' feet slid back, behind them, and they fell forward, hitting their face against the walkway with a THWACK-CRNCH.

You aren't the only one proud of your job, Starmie. While Marlon somehow became even more useless (which, considering his position as the final gym leader of Unova somehow astounds and amazes me) and Vickie lie motionless after their screaming shitfit, Zos and his minions immediately capitalized on the moment with a synchronized laugh.

"LOOK AT THESE FOOLS, ACOLYTES. SEE HOW THOSE WHO CHALLENGE THE ORIGINAL SIN FALL LIKE SHEEP BEFORE THE WOLVES. NOW, IT'S TIME TO SHOW THEM WHAT PURE, UNADULTERATED TERROR LOOKS LIKE!"Chel poses next to the Phantump. "Oooooooh yeah punks, you messed with Master Zos for the first and LAST time!"Dylan also poses. "Chel and Zos both had cool things to say... cool thing! Hear me say it!"

It was only due to Marlon and Starmie's actions, that you little shits were able to jog off. Once the three let off their SYNCHRONIZED ATTACK proclamation, the previously-motionless Vickie suddenly raised their hand and slammed it into the metal pathway, and, as they raised their head, they looked up and screeched, with a bloody nose, "YOU'D SURVIVE IF YOU'D ONLY LISTEN."

Rather quickly, Vickie pushed themselves to their feet, and re-began the chase toward the three, though this time, it'd be a little difficult, since someone decided to trip up the Vickster while they were trying to get their shit back.

Marlon knelt on the back of his Starmie, his hands and feet all clinging to points on its body. The Pokemon used its psychic powers to lift them both above the ice and nyoom right on past Vicky, after the terrible trio of tcatastrophy.

Marlon looked back to Vicky. "You can climb on, if you want! We can catch up in a jiff!"

Not even going to mention the ice part, is he? I mean, would you, if you were in that situation? I didn't think so.

After skidding on another frosty patch, Vickie halted their advance, as they weren't looking for death at the moment. And, as they watched the three scamper off, their brow furrowed, and their face grew redder and redder. And then fucking fishman had to zoom close and mock him.

Instantly, in a semi-exaggerated fashion, Vickie crossed their arms and looked away. "Hmph! You've already HELPED ENOUGH, I feel! I would already have them within my grasp, right not, had you not caused me to take such a tumble, FRIEND."